Blanket (Patreon)

Your hypnotist turns you into their own weighted blanket.

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“Come here, honey.” Your hypnotist said, beckoning you to come and lie with them. Obediently, you crawled into the bed, and went to lie next to them. Instead, they wrapped their arms around you, and pulled you on top of them. “Come here, shh.”

They were rubbing their hand in a circle on your scalp. A soothing motion. It felt so hard to think, right now. “I know, I know, you want me to melt your mind, don’t you, babe?” You nodded, absent mindedly. “Yeah, that’s it. Let me soothe that mind.”

Their other hand was on your back, holding you close. You couldn’t think of a reason to move. Why would you? You were so comfortable on top of them. “Washing away all those troublesome thoughts. There you go. You don’t need to think right now.” You didn’t need to think.

“No. You just need to sink, and drift, and drop for me.” Their voice was flowing into your ears, unopposed by conscious thought. “Let your head empty out, and just grow blank, and mindless. Doesn’t it feel so good, just being snuggled into empty-headed comfort?”

“Not having to think, just letting my words wrap around that head of yours?” You were nodding again, as their hand rubbed your thoughts away. “Good toy. Good plaything. Mmm, you get to be my own, personal, weighted blanket. Aren’t you lucky, huh?”